In a disappointing world, is it ever possible to walk in joy?
In a world full of hurtful people and sorrowful events, can we escape becoming bitter, disenchanted, and cynical in our old age?
I not only hope so, I know so!
Idealism Run Amok
First, not all disenchantment is bad.
As young adults, we start life full of ideals…and an unspoken perfectionism.
We believe the world ought to be fair and can be made to be fair.
We think social justice (as defined by our ideals) is achievable in our lifetime.
We are convinced it is possible to remove all threats, end all sorrows, and eliminate all conflicts.
If only people were reasonable.
If only they simply followed our ideology’s plans.
If only they took the medicine that our prescription gave them.
And so we create this perfect picture in our minds of how life ought to be–and judge everything and everyone by it.
Necessary Disenchantment
Then we find that such cooperation is never given.
Human beings are fiercely independent, incurably rebellious when coerced or boxed in, and have a genius for gaming the system to their own advantage.
Our idealism crashes headlong into human selfishness, human pride, and human evil.
So we turn up the persuasion, we up the pressure, and we try to compel them into cooperation.
Making their resistance and rebellion worse, and provoking them into enmity and permanent hostility.
Which, of course, provokes us into counter-enmity and counter-hostility.
Revelation of Our Failure
And then we receive a revelation about ourselves: we are no better than those we harshly denounce and personally blame!
We not only don’t, but we can’t live up to our high principles and idealistic morality.
We, too, are sinners.
We, too, have deeply failed and let others down.
The idealism that once inspired us now torments us with our own imperfections, faults, and wrongs.
From Idealism Into Addiction
It is here that we delve into a secret life of propping ourselves up–where we escape the pain and the hypocrisy, where we numb our sorrows and failures, where find pleasure and release.
And so a secret life begins–often harmlessly enough.
But it always progresses and deepens and eventually owns us so that we live under the prop’s domination, live for the release and relief, and become one more addict of one stripe or another.
Our idealism often leads to idolatry and our activism ends up in addiction.
We now enter the miserable stage, and joy seems impossibly far away from us.
We are in exile in the land of resentment and sourness.
Hitting Bottom
It begins to down on us that we, too, are sinners, that we, too, are unworthy of love and are no better than anyone else.
Our once high-flying ego, bloated with its own self-importance and unforgiving of its own failures, is tyrannizing us and tormenting us.
Even the props and escapes hold no appeal to us–for we have now hit bottom.
It dawns on us that we are hopelessly enslaved and cannot control our way out of this–our lives have become unmanageable and we are powerless.
We begin to look up, expecting to see the angry face of God and lightning bolts in His fists, having mocked His person and abused His name in our scoffing.
Instead we behold a face radiant in love for the lowly, the broken, and the sinner–a Person who died on a cross to atone for our sins and who rose to give spiritually dead people eternal life.
With arms opened wide, we hear a gentle, all-kind invitation to us to come close and be loved at the bottom of our lives.
We either spurn that love and cling to our cynicism, or we entrust ourselves to Him in utter vulnerability and without any controls.
Becoming the Beloved
Then He loves us at the bottom of our lives.
Our idealism that led us into cynicism and enslavement now finds the perfection it was looking for all along, without the burden of self-producing it.
We become His beloved–a small and cherished person He lavishes grace upon and sets free to know Him and find our joy in being His.
Instead of losing our uniqueness and our self, we find we are more truly our selves than we ever have been as the distortions of sin are broken off of us.
In His love we find our created purpose–with the power now to become what we are most truly made to be.
Inside of us we have a secret source of joy–a joy that takes us outside and beyond our miserable, fallen self and plunges us into His limitless excellence and perfections.
And this joy now lives within us, framing all of life’s events and serving as a home we can always return to.
Because for us, always, the best is yet to come.
Because for us, always, we cannot lose in Him.
He will redeem everything–even life’s worst sorrows–and milk them for everything they are worth in order to grow us up and transform us fully when all is said and done.
There is a solution!
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